Get One (feat. YTN Matt)

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SRT G

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Flew out of state for the bag
Im gone pick one
If I don't got my brother gone get one
This Glock on my hip
So just watch how you approach me
I got her bagging the bags ain't no groceries
Them niggas had traded
I knew they would fold on me
I got a chop
When I shoot hit the shoulder lean
These niggas they saying having
Then show it
All out of state copping bags
Boy they know me
Straight
Yea we stepping heavy
Yea we some big soldiers
Glock 19 bight down like a cobra
Aye when you that nigga
You don't have to show it
Thick bitch walking around on some marbles floors
My AR retarded
It st st st studder
I pull in dually
I look like a trucker
YTN with me
We came out the gutter
Yea real trap niggas
Yea we some real hustlers
You play with the gang
And we putting you under
I'm gone call that shit out
If I don't like how you coming
He was talking real tough
But I knew it was nothing
Put a bitch on a plane
With the pills in her stomach
I can just flex
But I swear I don't got to
Watch how you move
Cause them feds they gone watch you
With the SRT gang and we about to go crazy
Me and Young G got sticks like the Navy
Talk slick
We gone break down your front door
Grits in a bowl
Trying to get me huncho
I got it gone when I got it in
When I f*ck i need two
So just bring a friend
SRT YTN business
Young Matt trap
Still smelling like fishes
Trap with a Glock
And it came with a switch
Get the f*ck out my spot
If you can't suck dick
In a cat bending corners
Took 12 on a chase
So I can't look back
Neck, wrist pneumonia
Im selling cookies like I was insomnia
Yea we them niggas with real low numbers
He was taxing on the pack
So we had to take him off
I don't even talk
Tell them choppers let it off
Soon as I hit it
I swear I take off
Whatever you do
Boy it come at a cost
Come to your spot
We gone spin and spin off
Im stacking paper
Ill serve you like waiters
This Glock in my pocket
In case you might play us
I'm from the east
You can call it Decatur
I ride with my stick
And it look like I cater
This chopper just clapping shit
Like alligators
My spot hitting
I be waking the neighbors
And we get it in
Turning two to ten
Tasmanian devil
We spinning again
You can call it Wakanda
Got black bags in
Yea Lucci on me
I'm a YFN
Yea Gucci on me
Thick bitch in a benz
I'm a real finesser
Might finesse my kin
Got thirties Got tens Real runtz came in
Lemon pound cake cookies
Your mid ain't hitting
Flew out of state for the bag
Im gone pick one
If I don't got my brother gone get one
This Glock on my hip
So just watch how you approach me
I got her bagging the bags ain't no groceries
Them niggas had traded
I knew they would fold on me
I got a chop
When I shoot hit the shoulder lean
These niggas they saying having
Then show it
All out of state copping bags
Boy they know me
Straight
Yea we stepping heavy
Yea we some big soldiers
Glock 19 bight down like a cobra
Aye when you that nigga
You don't have to show it
Thick bitch walking around on some marbles floors
My AR retarded
It st st st studder
I pull in dually
I look like a trucker
YTN with me
We came out the gutter
Yea real trap niggas
Yea we some real hustlers

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